Goodbye, Mafia Ex-Boyfriend

I stood by Franco for seven years. I stayed with him from his days as a Brooklyn street enforcer until he became the Underboss of the Moretti family. We promised to marry the day he fully took over the territory. Until last month. I saw Franco tangled up with someone else on the leather sofa of his safe house. He said she was cold like ice and that the other woman knew exactly how to please a man. He pinned her down. I chose to walk away. I heard the rumors later. After I left. Franco lost his mind.

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I stared straight into his eyes.

I repeated myself word by word.

"I said I am sick of this sandwich. It has been seven years. I want a different taste. Is that not allowed."

He looked stunned but quickly recovered.

"Sure. Of course. What do you want to eat. I will go buy it."

He acted like I should be crying tears of gratitude just because he agreed to my request.

"I want a lobster roll from Chelsea Market. Go get it."

I would normally just settle for what he brought.

I just refused to settle today.

"Forget it if you do not want to go. Making someone eat the exact same thing for seven years gets tiring. Let alone doing it to me."

Confusion mixed with his panic.

He still refused to explain anything.

He could keep hiding it then.

Franco searched my face for any clues.

I did not show a single flaw.

Franco was absolutely certain I knew nothing about his cheating.

"Wait for me."

He leaned down to kiss my forehead, turned and walked out.

I snapped out of it when I heard his engine roar away.

Saying I had no feelings left after seven years was a lie.

His actions had completely shattered my heart.

I had promised my family I would marry no one but him.

It all looked like a massive joke now.

Siena, your taste in men is garbage.

Thankfully there was still time to fix this.

Franco did not return by noon.

I took a cab straight to his Manhattan nightclub.

The head of security blocked me at the entrance.

"Miss Siena, the boss is meeting a very important guest. Please wait a moment."

"Alright."

I sat in the VIP lounge for forty minutes.

The heavy oak doors finally opened from the inside.

Franco walked out with the dancer from the tabloids.

The security guard stepped up and whispered in his ear.

Franco lifted his eyes and met mine.

His hand dropped from the woman's waist.

He walked toward me with quick, urgent steps.

"Siena, why are you here."

"Nothing. You took so long buying food. I was worried about you so I came to check."

I looked past him.

"Who is this."

"Oh. She is a new talent we are signing for the club. We are expanding our entertainment division."

"Hello. I am Luna. Franco personally poached me to work here."

Franco.

She called him so intimately.

Was she showing off to me.

Was this a declaration of war.

It did not matter what she meant.

I felt nothing but pure disdain.

Luna wore stiletto heels and crossed her arms.

She looked incredibly smug and arrogant.

Franco noticed my subtle expression.

He turned to Luna.

"You can go back now. We are done here."

Luna glared at me viciously.

She felt Franco's attitude shift.

She twisted her hips and stormed off in a petty rage.

"Siena, do not be angry. She and I are completely clean. Nothing is going on."

Franco raised his hand to swear to God.

I could not help but laugh out loud.

"I believe you. Did you not say I am the only one you love."

"Of course. We are getting married next month."

Married.

Were we really still getting married.

I smiled a bitter, hollow smile.

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My entire family was slaughtered three years ago by Alistair Kirkland, the usurper who stole the underworld throne. I was the only survivor. Smuggled out of New York as a child, I was trained in the shadows to become a flawless weapon. Now, at sixteen, I returned to the city that was supposed to be my graveyard. But the New York I returned to was a suffocating cage. Kirkland didn't just wipe out the Valenzuela bloodline; he branded my few surviving loyalists as traitors. He paraded my men down the streets in heavy iron chains, letting the very people we once protected hurl rocks at them. He bought the doctors, ensuring my wounded soldiers would bleed out in the dark. Even worse, the mother of my only ally—Julian Morgan—secretly sold us out to a Chicago warlord just to keep her archaic grip on power. I stood in the shadows, watching an eleven-year-old boy get his head smashed with a jagged stone just for defending his father's honor. How could the city my grandfather built cheer for our extermination? Why did the old guard prefer to cower and die in the dark rather than fight the monster who stole our home? "Ghosts don't knock on my door, Athena. What do you want?" Julian asked me. I tossed a blood-stained ledger of Kirkland's deepest secrets onto his desk. "I'm here to help you take back what's yours, and burn Alistair Kirkland's empire to the ground."

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8.6

Betrayed Bride, Mafia Princess Rises

8.6

At my ten-week ultrasound, I was supposed to be celebrating the future of the Falcone family. I was Isabella Falcone, wife to the most powerful Don in the south. But when the nurse called my name, the man who stood up beside his pregnant mistress was my husband. In the sterile silence of that waiting room, he chose her. He later confessed he was being blackmailed by her family—a weakness that was a death sentence in our world. That night, he moved his mistress into our home, into my bedroom, and locked me away like a prisoner in the staff quarters. He wasn't imprisoning his wife; he was guarding an asset. He needed the legitimate heir I carried to save his crumbling empire. His betrayal was absolute when his own mother and my adoptive parents arrived while he was away. They forced me to sign divorce papers, then told me they were taking me to a clinic. His mother pulled out a gun and pointed not at my head, but at my stomach. "We're terminating this complication," she said coldly. As they dragged me from the house, my world went dark. But through the haze, I saw a fleet of black cars blocking the gate. An army of men poured out, led by a face I had only ever seen in a photograph. Days earlier, locked in my room, I made a single phone call to the only man more powerful than my husband: my biological father, the head of the Chicago Outfit. And he had come to collect his daughter.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.6

His Discarded Wife Was The Real Boss

7.6

I spent fifteen years building my husband's mafia empire, coding the complex algorithms that washed his blood money clean. But on my thirty-fifth birthday, instead of a gift, I received a photo of his hand resting on another woman's thigh. When I confronted him, Dustin didn't apologize. He brought his pregnant mistress, Jami, into our penthouse and told me to accept the hush money. "You have nothing except what I give you," he sneered, treating me like a slow servant rather than the mastermind behind his success. The argument turned violent. He shoved me hard, sending me crashing into a solid oak nightstand. As I lay on the floor, bleeding and dizzy from a split forehead, I watched the man I loved step over my body to comfort the woman wearing my mother's stolen heirloom ring. He didn't check my pulse. He didn't call for help. He looked at me with pure disgust and turned his back. In that moment, the wife died, and the witness was born. He thought I was powerless because I had no assets in my name. He thought I would fade away quietly. He forgot one crucial detail: I wasn't just the furniture in his castle. I was the architect. Every server, every encrypted drive, every hidden account—I owned the code. I wiped the blood from my face and walked out the door, but I didn't go to a lawyer. I went to a hardware store and bought a ten-pound sledgehammer. I wasn't going to just leave him. I was going to delete him.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.4

Sinful Intentions( The Mafia lord second wife)

9.4

Kidnapped, beaten and locked up, Aurora Puro Pucasso, The daughter of General Puro Pucasso, has her life turned upside down. One moment she's on her bed, the next, she's forcefully taken by Vincenzo West, and made to act like his wife Brielle, and the mother to his psychotic child in exchange for her to live. What happens when every of Brielle's past comes to haunt her? Can she survive her new daughter's torment? What happen when the line between Reality and fiction start to blur between Aurora and Vincenzo.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

Taming The Mafia Man.

8.4

Elena’s life takes a dangerous turn when she is thrust into the dark world of the criminal underworld. Forced into a high-stakes deal with a ruthless mafia heir, she must navigate a landscape of violence and betrayal. As she attempts to exert control over a man who knows no limits, their volatile connection sparks an intense, perilous romance. Amidst deadly power struggles, Elena fights to survive while taming the beast she was forced to love.

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9.2

The Belladonna Game

9.2

A lie was supposed to be her weapon. But lies can cut both ways. Aliyah Santiago enters the Marino world with one mission uncover the truth behind her fiancé's death and make his killers bleed. Disguised as a Mafia princess, she plays the part flawlessly: poised, untouchable, dangerous. Every step she takes draws her closer to Brown Marino, the family's heir...and deeper into a labyrinth of obsession, betrayal, and power. But one man threatens to unravel it all. Ottavio, the Marinos' ruthless enforcer, watches her too closely. His suspicions slice through her disguise, his loyalty to Brown makes him untouchable, and yet when his hands brush hers, when his voice drops to a murmur against her ear Aliyah feels a fire she cannot control. "You think you can lie to me, princess?" "I've lied to everyone." "Not to me." Every stolen glance, every secret touch, every dangerous word exchanged pushes her closer to the edge. To fall for him would be reckless. To trust him could be fatal. But in a world where silence can kill and love is just another weapon, Aliyah must decide: is Ottavio the enemy who will expose her or the only man who can save her from herself? Deception. Desire. Danger. The game has begun, and in this game of Mafia thrones, hearts burn as fiercely as empires fall.

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